Stepping out through the doors of the shuttle, Thorn took in the first breathe of air of another country. Earth was the same place everywhere, he figured, but things definitely smelled different in Canada. The pine trees, the cold air, and then the smells of all of the different officers making there way to wherever they were supposed to go.

Speaking of which, Thorn had not been given any such instructions on this matter, and a bit of anxiety began to eat away at him. And so, looking around, he spotted a nearby female cadet, a somewhat short but definitely not ugly human, and, intercepting the spot right next to her, he commented, "Well, I suppose we just guess where to go until we get it right, eh?"